It was nigh on two thousand years ago that the legend of The Witch Tree began. To hear it, we must travel a great distance, through time and space.

Over the River Myr we must fly, leaving the safety of Iron Bridge behind. We must skim the western treetops of Darachna Forest, then up and over the Black Mountains. The sharp stone and rock of the mountains spreads out beneath us for hundreds of miles with holdfasts and crumbling castles perched on cliff tops and rooted in valleys. Beyond the...